Oh! bonnie is the tender licht Within the lovers' een; But, bonnier a soul that's bricht, A conscience ever clean. And braw the form o' manly youth, Wi' bearing firm and free; Yet, grander far the lip o' truth, And heart o' constancy. Oh! radiant gleam the marble halls And mausoleums o' pride; But kindlier the love-licht falls Around mine ain fireside. And blithe the merry mavis' sang Ower copse, an' clover lea; Yet, cheerier tones I'll lilt ere lang, Through a' eternity. |